Luyện nghe bài hát English Fire

Seven brides serve me seven
Seven writhe for me
From gates to Rlyeh
Abydos to

And Sirens sing from
But now I cease to
For I yearn to return to woodland
Where and his wild huntress lay

Now the tidal are turning, spurning the
The great purgations of tours
Are but stills in time to the that Im once more
Heading to the of her English shores

The wind bickered in Satanic mill
Eyes flickered in deep thickets of
And mists clung tight in to vales
When Brigantia her soul to me

Imbolg to Bealtaine
Lughnasadh to feasts
I heard her as seasons blent
Together a chimerical

Now the tidal are turning churning in
The of extinguished wars
Are but in time to the chill that climbs once more
Dreading the red weddings on her shores

Gone are the rustic summers of my
Cruel cut their sacred throats
With polished scythes that worldwide
Pitch black and forest smoke

And the hosts that I saw
Drones of law
Drove the ghosts of my
To and rally once more

One of her sons from the far flung
home to rebuild
The rampant line of the
Risen over fields

Now the are turning burning in darkness
The salvation of her hungry
Shalt spill like wine the hills to chines that pour
Spreading her beheadings on English shores

For the hosts that I saw
of carrion law
Drove the of my forbears
To rove and rally more

This is a waking for
From its reticent
This is a waking for
Lest hope and are regarded as foes